torn down wall

I feel like a nobody here![…] I’m not living. This isn’t life! I’d rather land in misfortune a thousand times! I’d rather be lost a thousand times. I hate the instrument in there; it’s out of tune. I hate these tattered old books that I’m reading; they’re lies. I can’t stand this any longer. I lie awake all night. I’ll go crazy in this deadly lifelessness. I’m going. […] She had said it all, torn down all the walls; her desires had found their voices,
—  Halldór Laxness, from The Great Weaver from Kashmir (Archipelago Books, 2008)

Friendly reminder that our ship has crossed realms for each other, gone to the end of time for each other, given up their home for each other, torn down walls for each other, fought off darkness for each other, died MULTIPLE TIMES for each other, AND GONE TO LITERAL HELL AND BACK FOR EACH OTHER. Fam we have nothing to worry about. We never have. Our ship is as solid built and steady as the Jolly Roger herself.

In Frozen 2...

In a Frozen sequel that delves into Helsa and the virtue of Forgiveness, I need the moment where Elsa forgives the disgraced prince to be treated with all the powerful emotion it warrants. To the point where declarations of love exchanged between the two are unnecessary.

To put it in perspective, I can picture Hans not giving the Snow Sisters and their entourage a hard time about forgiving him. Why should they? He has never forgiven his brothers for treating him like garbage, nor the world for failing to compensate him for such an awful start on life that turned into an awful life in general. He probably sees the act of forgiving as a sham created for people to feel morally superior.

Despite these cynical viewpoints going back years, the Snow Queen proves it all dead wrong. By the climax, after secrets are revealed, relationships strengthened, walls torn down and a faith in human decency restored, Elsa tells Hans, “I Forgive You,” and we all know what she’s really saying. *wink*

NT/NF Aesthetics - with llamas and stuff

NF Aesthetics - With Stuff

INFP: rainbow paint dripping down a torn-down Berlin wall.

See: dark and passionate. 

ENFP: feathers in hair looking sweet as fuck but ‘bout to fight the man

See: aggressive and passionate

INFJ: teddy bear on a book in the snow

See: loving, soft, with a hint of cold air

ENFJ: hot apple pie floating down a river

See: warm, delicious and free like an apple pie floating down a river

NT Aesthetics - With Llamas

ENTJ: llama organizing logistics of explosion

See: planner and boss

INTJ: llama pressing button for explosion

See: quiet instigator

ENTP: llama building materials for massive explosion

See: loud instigator

INTP: llama eating perfect icy fractal in a bathtub /not involved in explosions

See: doesn’t give a shit, just likes fractals

Scribble-Doodle: Survivors

I saw a Jalec gif set and got all emotional. Thus a fic was committed.

The battle lasted for hours, laying waste to a good half of the Institute. Doors were blown, windows shattered, walls torn down… and no side won, all they managed to do was force Valentine and his hordes to retreat. 

And now it’s over, Shadowhunters and their allies finally able to rest, slumped and sleeping where ever there’s still clean space, some not even caring about that. Clean-up can wait, food can wait. Rest is essential.

They find them fast asleep, Jace and Alec, curled up together in a narrow bed in one of the rooms still left standing untouched. Magnus and Clary stop in the doorway and actually laugh quietly, for the first time in what feels like eternity, amused by the tableau in front of them.

Jace and Alec must’ve sat down to rest for a little while and fallen asleep, still in their gear and with boots on, sharp weapons at hand, slowly sliding down the wall until they just curled up into each other, Alec with his back against the wall, Jace playing the little spoon, yet between his parabatai and any danger that could come in through the door, both protecting and protected at once.

And Magnus and Clary lean against the door frame, one left, the other right, arms crossed over their chests, and just watch their exhausted boyfriends sleep with tired smiles on their faces and no jealousy in their hearts.

They’re alive, they survived another day, another battle. But the war rages on.

O love …
o Damascus
if it were not for you
I would not have fallen into these gorges,
would not have torn down these walls
would not have known this fire that calls out,
that thuds our history and illuminates,
vessel of the world coming our way.
Pardon me, Damascus,
you sinner beatified by your sins.
—  Adonis, Migrations and Transformations in the Regions of Night and Day.

It’s been seven months since protests over the death of an unarmed black man after his arrest erupted into looting and arson, leading Baltimore’s mayor to declare a curfew and call in the National Guard. Now, that unrest remains a potent backdrop as the trial begins for the first of six police officers charged in Freddie Gray’s death.

“I just want peace while the trial is going on,” says Missa Grant, standing at a bus stop across a busy intersection from the former CVS that became a televised symbol of the violence. The store was looted, set fire to, and eventually torn down. The walls of a new red brick structure are now halfway up.

Grant says if the evidence shows the officers are not guilty, so be it. But with such a long and growing list of unarmed black men killed by police all over the country, she doesn’t think everyone will see it that way

“I believe there’s going to be another riot, I really do,” she says. “It’s not what I’m looking for. But I really believe that they’re going to react out if somebody doesn’t have to stand up for what happened to Freddie Gray.”

The officers face six separate, consecutive trials, on charges ranging from second degree depraved heart murder to misconduct in office. Officer William Porter is the first up, charged with manslaughter, assault, and reckless endangerment. He was called in as backup after Gray’s arrest, and was present at several stops of the policy paddy wagon in which the 25-year-old man was transported, handcuffed and in leg irons.

Baltimore Residents Wary As Freddie Gray Trials Slated To Begin

Photos: Jun Tsuboike/NPR

Xiumin’s Abs will save the South Korean Economy: A study by Admin L

Me: Whines to Admin R about having to write my final paper for my MBA today. I have to write about one country and how they can improve their trade policies blah blah don’t wanna.

Me *Procrastinates writing, writes the following instead, sends to Admin R*

Admin R: Post this on Tumblr. I love you.

South Korea has a unique set of resources that can assist their growth in the global economy, potentially positioning the country at the top of the list of global economic players. What resources, you ask?

Tearchernim- have you seen this shit? This shit can stop wars, raise the dead, probably end world hunger somehow too. Who knows – maybe this is what we need in order to make peace with aliens? I am pretty sure this would have torn down that wall Gorbachav took so long to tear down. Probably can cure AIDs, not sure on that. But if they still this on everything they produce, South Korea gonna be MILLIONAREZ OR BILLIONAREZ or TRILLIONAREZ.

How do I know this, teachernim? Well, I have a very important and reliable source. See, this thirst? 

Have you ever seen thirst like this? Huh? Probably not, since you are an economics professor. Maybe you are like this when you wait for the next edition of the Economist or something, probably not tho, because how could you be this thirsty? How? This kid thirsted after that shit for years and years. He even had to QUIT his job because the thirst was too much he couldn’t sleep or some shit. Yeah, serious, right? LOOK AT THAT THIRST? TELL ME THAT ISN’T REPRESENTATIVE OF EVERY COUNTRY IN THE WORLD THIRSTING FOR SOUTH KOREAN EXPORTS WITH AB PICS ON THEM? TELL ME?!

I expect an A+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++, and a second MBA given to me just because of how awesome this paper is.

A list of songs dedicated to Juvia by Gray. A demonstration of just how she torn down his walls and he embraced his feelings towards her and expresses his gratitude as well as his affection.

I worked really hard of this and I’m really proud of this so please take a look for me thankssss

To Juvia; From Gray